Betrayal

As your about to reluctantly leave, the loud sound of sirens blare and a large police force arrives. Armed to the teeth, they quickly surround and isolate you from Raffles as their head of command strolls onto the scene, a megaphone in hand. You of course don't recognize him but, judging from the sight of Raffles, he does.

"Arthor j. Raffles, you are under arrest. surrender peacefully or we will use deadly force!"

Raffles chuckles, "oh marlowe, at it again I see. What is it this time? petty theft, vandalism?"

Marlowe shakes his head gravely, a look of disgust coming over him, "murder. eight counts to be exact you sadistic fuck!"

"m-murder!" Raffles seems to lose his�edge then, as he gains a�skeptical look, "I don't know what your getting at captain, I've never murdered anyone!"

Marlowe chuckles, "Tell it to the judge, we got it all, the confession, the murder weapon, everything. You really thought you could get away with�it huh?�thank god Manders managed to get this to me when he did."

At this, a dark look came over Raffles, "what do you mean by Manders?"

A�new face then walked into view, looking defiant and staring at Raffles with utter hate.

"he means me Raffles, I won't be a pawn in your sick game anymore, I know what happend to my friend!"

At this Raffles begins to look confused until an expression�of what you can only describe as realization washes over him.

"it was you... Harry why?"

Harry turned and put his back to the man, "so brave, yet so guilable at the same time. wasn't that what you once said?"

For a moment, you managed to catch a brief, if not barely noticeable�smile of triumph�flash across Harry mander's face, You chalk it up to being a plesiosaur.

"wha? I... you!" Raffles attempts to reach for something within his coat.

The last mistake, he would ever make.

In a motion as slow�as time itself, you watch as every police officer around raffles, opens fire. The hail of rounds peppering the man's visage, ripping him asunder, As�Raffles dances his last, to the�beat of a familiar drum, you can almost see the look of utter fear plastered on the man's face,

Your at aloss and don't know what to do next as you just sit and watch what was once A.J. Raffles collaspe to the sandy beach floor under him.

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